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I was still miffed at Seth, but something in his voice shifted at his last statement. I lifted my gaze to stare at him. His eyes looked haunted… afraid. I wanted to ask about it but knew that would just continue leading them into another argument.
“Seth,” I whispered, awkwardly slipping my arm out from Ethan’s body. “I’m sorry if I upset you. You don’t have to help me with anything. I swear, but Ethan’s right. We shouldn’t leave angry. And I—” My voice vibrated with emotion so badly I had to bite down on my bottom lip. “I want my first time to be with you two.”
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Seth’s gaze softened just a little. The shirt he’d reached for on the floor was bunched in his hands and he stared down at the piece of clothing. “Look, I’m sorry too. It’s not the best way to wake up, you know?”
I nodded. “I didn’t think–again, me not thinking—” I gave a halfhearted chuckle, “that it would be much of an issue. We’re not in a relationship or anything, so I assumed.”
Seth’s jaw clenched, but he sat at the edge of the bed. “You know what they say about assuming things.”
I gave another nervous chuckle, still torn between keeping the peace, being hurt, and wanting to scream in rage at the cruel way Seth had responded. “So, can Ethan still boink me?”
The anger and tension melted like butter over fire and I could feel myself sucking in air at the lighter change in atmosphere.
Seth shrugged, that cat–ate–the–canary smirk slipping easily onto his face, “Only if I can too.”
“But of course,” I said, trying to keep a serious face. I darted my leg out and gently let my foot rub up Seth’s thigh, “wouldn’t have it any other way!”
Seth crawled up the bed and settled on my side opposite Seth. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply, but he pulled away quicker than I would’ve liked. Seth reached forward and cupped my face. “I’m serious, Cassie. I don’t want to have anything to do with it.”
A shocking knife–like stab into my heart took my breath away, but I covered it as quickly as I could. He wasn’t under any obligation to be there for me, so I’d just have to get over
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- it.
“Okay, but this is not a discussion that’s on the table anymore, right? We need to get into the mood. So, stop speaking American English and start speaking American Banglish. You know? Come–on–I–wanna–lay–ya!” I said and lifted hips, bumping against Ethan’s who snorted at the quote.
“That’s what you consider Banglish, a quote from Grumpy Old Men?” Seth said, matching Ethan’s snort before looking over at him. “What is Banglish again?”
Ethan gave a casual shrug. “I’m assuming it’s Cassie’s version of dirty talk.”
I hissed at them with the help from the tiny gap between my front teeth. Pushing my lower lip out, I pouted. “It’s Grumpier Old Men. Get it right! Now, come on let’s screw.
Please?”
Ethan frowned. His steady gaze, clearly disapproving in my use of the word ‘screw,‘ made me want to shrink back I had a feeling my ‘Deflower Me‘ plan wasn’t going to happen. Ethan lifted off the bed and turned his clock so he could check out the time. He released a rush of air from his lips but turned with a large smile on his face. “I have a business class
to teach and Seth-”
“Seth has an appointment with his personal trainer at the gym,” Seth answered for him.
I pouted. “Ethan, your business class has a paid teacher to teach. Just because you’re smarter than he is doesn’t mean you have to teach his class. And Seth, your body is perfect-”
Seth cut me off. “Why do you think that is?”
My pout deepened because I knew where he was going with it. “Fine! I have the day off and everything. What’s a girl to do?”
“Wanna come to class with me? You could learn about stocks and bonds,” Ethan suggested, a slow smile creeping onto his face because he knew how much I hated that
stuff.
“Do you want me to kill myself?” I asked.
Ethan shrugged and walked towards his dresser grabbing his wallet. He pulled out his
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platinum Amex card and tossed it at my feet. “You can go shopping.”
“Ooh, getting out the big guns!” I said. “I’m not-”
“I didn’t say shop for you. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Ethan said.
“Ha! I’m not wearing any.”
Seth’s tiny, clearly unhappy groan as he walked towards the bathroom let me know he wasn’t overjoyed to be leaving either.
“I’m running low on supplies. Need some more food and-”
I dropped back onto the bed, fanning my legs and arms out. “I know. I hate going into that
store though. They treat me like I’ve got some type of contagious, incurable disease.”
“They don’t either. It’s in your head.”
“Yeah right,” I mumbled. “Stupid uppity rich shops are not made for people like me, but fine. I will be your slave for the day.”
Ethan lifted his chin in acknowledgment, gave me a silly grin, and followed Seth into the
bathroom.
